So, my folks and I went to the fair. Of course the little baby came along. She was wonderful. It was very crowded and loud but she really didn’t mind. She people watched and smiled and was just…so happy.
I’ve never been to the fair before – with a child. Usually? I went with friends or solo and noticed the strollers and the screaming children and the ice cream and the humongous stuffed animals in their respective kiosks. I noticed everything but most of all, I noticed my thoughts. I was always so mindful that SOME DAY, I would have a child to go to the fair with. It was a big deal to me.
So this whole going to the fair today was a big deal. Huge. I didn’t notice the kiosks with the stuffed animals (I forgot to look), I didn’t stop for an ice cream, I didn’t see screaming children because they all seemed so content to me. But yes, there were a lot of strollers.
Loads of strollers. And I was one of the army. It was magical. It was a long walk from Lot J to the entrance but I could have walked miles. I was so proud.
Funny how much a year changes.